The Dallas daily herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1873-1887, 1887-05-27

she murmured.
And then she vanished.
From one good neighbor--the very
printers wife, indeed-she borrowed
potful OF freshly-made coffee; from an
other. a few slices of cold boiled beef
from q third a pan OF new-baked bis
cults, with little butter aud a cont
OF honey. and then she flew back to
spread the frugal meal.
"Are they all well, cousin WebbY"
she asked, timidly, as holding up hei
riding habit with one hand, she ar
ranged the table and minstered to the
appetite OF her guest with the other.
Mr.. Webb nodded his head, keenly
surveying her the while.
"All WE'LL" he responded between the
swallows OF coffee. ELIZA, she sent
her love. And Reed-no Reed didn't
send no love. But he wanted to be
specially remembered, Reed did. He's
had dreadful good luck with the sweet
potato patches and tobacco crops
this year"
HAS he?" and Hilda blushed rosily
She might have added something
more, but Mrs. Murray officially in
terfered.
"You mustn't be late for your ap'
pointment with Mr.. Dulany daugh'
ter, said she, with u glance at the clock
And she added, in explanatory fash
ion:
"Hilda rides out every day. Two
hours with, aheml-a gentleman
friend!"
"Rides out, does she?" said Mr.,
Webb. 81 guess likely it costs consd'
able to keep horses in New York. Tn
glad you and Hilda's got so much
money to spare"
am told" said Mrs. Murray, com
placently, that Hilda's horse is one
OF the handsomest in the park. And
OF course young girl like her ought
to get plenty OF exercise and fresh
air."
Once more Martin Webb's keer
glance circled around the room and
settled on Hilda's deeply suffused face.
She went out. with word OF hur'
ried apology.
Hump" was his comment.
Eyes. nodded Mrs. Murray, with the
nuttered, hattered expression OF
motherly old hen who has just found
an extra fine kernel OF corn for her
brood. "My Hilda has got into some
remarkably good society. And en-
terrain hopes that she may marry
well before great while"
Mr.. Webb took his leave-rather
abruptly, us Mrs. Murray thought
and the old lady, after carefully put
ting away the generous gifts from the
old farm, sat down to mend lace and
to dream again.
Reed Webb listened silently to his
fathers account OF their relatives.
"Going out riding every day with
grand New York gentleman" said he.
"Dressed like n princess! Father, that
does not sound like our little Hilda."
Cant help how it sounds" said
Martin. "It's so. That's all know"
"Then," said Reed, sadly, cts no
use my building that wing on the
south side OF the old house? IL won't
be needed now"
"Not ii you expect Hilda Murray to
live in it,"
"Hush!" said Mrs. Webb, who was
washing up the supper dishes with
true housewifely dizziness and speed,
making each teaspoon shine like silver,
each plate glisten like ivory, in the
friction OF her homespun linen towel.
'There's some one at the door. Go
quick, husband"
"Why," cried Martin, standing on
the threshold, "it's Hilda-it's Hilda
Murray"
But can't stay a minute" said
Hilda breathlessly. "I've got to re-
turn by the seven-thirty trainl"
"Hilda," said Reed gravely, "you
must come IN. 1t is not right nor
seemly that you should be out alone
at this time OF night"
al wanted Cousin Webb to know"
faltered Hida. IL couldn't bear that
he should think so i'll OF me as to
fancy that 1 was INDUCING in expen-
sive pleasure, while-while my mother
was so poor. Her sight is failing, you
know she is almost blind. She fan
cies that she is earning something by
mending lace, but she only spoils it.
We should starve Tiff it wasn't for
the money earn by giving riding les
sons in Mr.. Dulany's equestrian
school. Mother doesn't know. She
would break her heart if any one told
her that | went daily to the ring and
trained little girls and young ladies in
horse woman-ship. She never can for
get, you know, that my poor father
was college graduate, and once went
to the legislature. So we let her believe
Mr.. Dulany and THAT lam taking
lessons, instead OF giving them. She
saw us once in the park with the class
OF young ladies, and she was so proud
poor little mother! And Mr.. Dula ny